freez

i wear leather moccasins.
i never want them to get wet because they stay that way.
yet, i never want to wear anything else, because they give me a nice foot tan. so what if i have moist, leather clad, hot toes?!
so what if i have shit all over my sole's souls?

so what.
so fucking what if i found someone that i want to copy?!
i want to copy this person.
i want to fall in love with something. again.

i wear lotion.
it covers me like the cloths that i don't want to wear.
it keeps me comfortable.
i want to be without it.

so.
so.
what.

leather and lotion will never make the morning and the evening dance together.
lotion and leather will never make the despaired and the genial prance the same dance.

so. 
so now i'm going to burn these warts off of my mother fucking fingers.